I knew you'd be able to name my flowers! I've never seen this type before. They are making me happy, and others too. There were many smiles from strangers on the way home. One woman even asked if she could photograph them. Of course, I let her click away.

I must write this poem down and give it to my father...he breathes to read and I know he will appreciate these words immensely. At the shop we recently did an all white flower wedding and the bride's bouquet was white scabiosa...it was stunning. Simple and beautiful.

Glad to see you back.It has been so long since I have committed myself to reading anything long term - I think I have forgotten how to sit still. I am due for a holiday beginning of August and reading a novel cover to cover is on the list of things to do.

I raced breathlessly through The Poisonwood Bible just as you have so aptly described. I licked each word from the pages of Cry the Beloved Country and let them dissolve on my tongue before swallowing. Lovely poem, just lovely.

Hi Denise,I LOVE your blog. I like the topics you shared. I encountered three sweet little boys one day and shared it on my blog. You might enjoy reading it: "It's OK to Go Artificial" (March 29, 2013). I am your new follower. Christa

I love your poem Denise. And the flowers. As an habitual inhaler of words I love when I'm forced to slow down and lick carefully instead. I enjoyed the thought of your progress home, bearing flowers that spread happiness.

Yes I prefer the slow devouring. This morning I read, and re-read a paragraph over and over - I was loathe to move on, but also eager to. Such a conflict of desires - to stay at that 'moment' or rush forward to the next. The times I do 'race breathlessly' I become anxious that I'm leaving some part of the whole unseen, but the desire to tear ahead and see what happens is overwhelming... Ah the joy of a good book - slow or fast :)

what a wonderful visual. I do have assorted eating habits with books and poems. Some books are as if i had been starved for months...others feel like i can't take one more bite... and then there are the "just right" porridge bowls...